Post by OCTAVIA BELLE WYATT on Sept 29, 2015 19:21:29 GMT
i believe, i believe there is love in you
She wasn't the most impressive, or the best person in the world. She definitely wasn't a saint and no one would accuse her of being a goody two shoes. But she never thought she was a bad person. At least not until now.Octavia had been busy since her arrival at Ashford. She spent a good portion of time bouncing from dorm to dorm making sure all the appropriate people saw that she was alive, healthy, okay. Making certain that she sat as quietly as she could and listened to the nagging and lectures.
But now she was alone. Under a tree somewhere near the school grounds. From her spot on the snowy hill, she could see into a valley that seemed to go on forever. Every fiber in her body wanted to jump up and run away from this prison like existence. But she had to stay here and wait. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait for long. But he hadn't shown up yet.
The hazy happiness that generally floated around Octavia's head was gone somewhere she couldn't find. No matter how deep she tried to dig, her power seemed to be on the fritz and the other end of the ecstasy spectrum was holding her down like a ton of bricks.
Everything seemed a little darker than usual. Like the bright sun hovering overhead wasn't even there. Like the clear blue sky was covered in low-hanging black clouds. The complete and utter absence of happiness, of ecstasy. Where the heck is Alex? Shouldn't he have been here by now? The darkness looming over her seemed only to grow blacker and even more sever.
When Octavia was high, which was most of the time, she was very happy and aloof. But those lows, the deep dark lows that feel like the top bitch Dementor jumped right of a Harry Potter book and possessed her body. It was one of the biggest flaws of her power. She was probably the world's worst case of Bipolar disorder the world had ever seen all because she had some power that could potential make her the subject of some horrible sex experiment.
Octavia sighed heavily, hugging her knees to her chest. The cold air was beating against her face, feeling like a thousand needles against her cheeks and exposed portions of her neck. She pulled her scarf more tightly across her neck and pursed her lips, trying not to cry from the depression racking her body.
As if trying to calm herself down, she started to hum a song. It wasn't any song in particular, but it sounded kind of familiar to her as she tilted her head back and forth to the beat of whatever song she had stuck in her head at the moment.
gridlocked on a dusty avenue
